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WWTKW</title><content type="html">It seems like it's been forever since I posted an entry in here. You see, what had happened was (lol) Hubby bought me an iPad. So (most of) the rest of the world kind of disappeared for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also been in the land of numbers (aka HELL). Numbers in the form of fractions, percents, algebra, geometry, etc. Yeah, school. Remind me why I'm doing this again?? Oh yeah, to get my GED. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually I did get some pretty good news yesterday at school. Our math teacher gave us a test on Monday to see how we're progressing. I'm embarrassed to admit that when I started this whole GED process I tested at the 7th grade level in math (all other subjects? 12th grade honors. Math sucks!!). The test I took on Monday showed that I'm now testing at an 11th grade level.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once my teacher saw my scores she asked me to take the practice GED test to see how I would do. I only had time to take the first half of it but I only missed one problem. (Go me!) My teacher wants me to sign up to take the actual math GED test on December 13th. But...I'm leaving to go home on December 11th so it's going to have to wait until I get back. Lets hope I don't panic like I normally do and spaz on the test lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now that I've updated you, lets get on with the WWTKW questions! You can go to &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt;'s , &lt;a href="http://houseofcline.blogspot.com/2011/11/office-editionwwtk.html"&gt;Queso's&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://crazymamaof6.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crazymama's&lt;/a&gt; blogs to grab the button and the questions if you want to "play" along.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. what is the worst job you have ever had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This one is a toss up. It's either housekeeper at Comfort Suites (yuck) or (T shirt) inspector for Fruit of the Loom. The actual job of inspecting t shirts wasn't bad, but when you have to send t shirts back to the girls who sewed them because they screwed up it doesn't make you a very popular person in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twice. When I was a bartender my boss caught me giving drinks to my friends (hell, I was drunker than Cooter Brown at the time lol.) and he let me go. Totally understandable. He and I are still great friends to this day!&lt;br /&gt;
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The other time I was an office manager for a construction company and the assistant office manager was padding her time sheet. I didn't catch it so the &lt;strike&gt;dickhead&lt;/strike&gt; boss accused me of "being in on it". A huge argument ensued and he fired me/I quit. I mean really, if I was going to "help" her steal from the company don't you think I'd make sure that benefited me too?? Asshat. If he would have let me take care of her time sheet the problem would have enver happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something where I would be helping single mothers and abused women. Can you imagine how gratifying that would be?I'd (also) love to own a tanning salon. Not because I'm all Snookie about tanning or anything, I've just always thought it would be a cool business to own.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what did you want to be when you "grew up"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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An attorney. My Mom always said I'd be good at it because I had an arguement for everything. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;
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16, I was a hostess at Spinnakers Restaurant in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok...so he's been staying up all night playing with his new PS shoot 'em up, bang bang game lol. And cursing like the sailor that he used to be. He decided to buy his own Christmas present this year. I hate when he does that. He totally got himself the game that I was going to get him. Lol I guess he couldn't wait that long for his game.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wont complain though because I got my present on the same day. He'd told me what I was getting a couple of weeks before (I've been hinting about it here lol). And here "He" is...&lt;br /&gt;
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I named him "Jax".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here he is in his new case...&lt;/div&gt;
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Yeah, so I named him Jax. In case you're living in the woods somewhere and have never seen Son's of Anarchy, this is who I named him after.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm sure he's not everyone's cup of tea. Just know, he cleans up well. Very well.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lol when Hubby first told me about getting me an iPad 2 I'd decided to name it Penelope but then changed it to Jax. But, I'm thinking Penelope goes better with that blue case. Whatever. Just know that I'm in love with it. I take it to bed with me. &lt;/div&gt;
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I either read a book on it (in bed) or I shove my earphones as deep in my ears as I possibly can (when Hubby is playing his shoot 'em up games) and watch TV (thank you Time Warner Cable for your wonderful app).&lt;/div&gt;
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He really surprised me. I figured since I'm going home for Christmas that I would be getting very little in the gift department. It cost so damn much when I go home. Between the rental car and spending money, it takes a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saturday a friend of mine took some pictures of me. I'd been wanting to do a couple of head shots for hubby. He has these amazing head shots of himself that I've been wanting to hang in our bedroom but he thinks it would look stupid if we just had two huge shots of him in there lol. Anyheadshots, here's a few of the pics that she posted on FB. She said these were her favorites.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This one isn't bad, but I can't say it's a favorite of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I love this one minus the hair in my face. She said she loved the "hair in the face" thing in pics. I thinking I don't lol.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Not one of my fav's.&lt;/div&gt;
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The ones on the top are OK but I have to admit, I don't get the "crotch shot". Lmao, I was actually embarrassed when I saw that she'd posted this one of FB. I can just hear my Son now haha!&lt;/div&gt;
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She did a great job on the pics, it's not her skills that make the pics bad in my book. I'm just so damn spastic lol. It's hard for me to smile and have it look natural. You can tell if that by looking at these. Not one of the "smiles" looks natural. I don't know why, I've always been this way though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, that's all I've got for today. I hope you all have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;
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Twenty three years ago my little &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-baby-sister-our-familys-loss.html"&gt;Sister passed away&lt;/a&gt;. (you can click the link to read her story) It's never an easy day for me, even more so today. I'm an emotional wreck. I wish that I was home so I could go to the cemetery, I know that I would probably feel better if I could. Most of my family doesn't go to my Mom's or Sister's graves. I understand their reasons, we all cope differently.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm hoping that by putting these words down here will help today easier for me. I've got a lot of homework to get done before tomorrow and I need my mind in the right spot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss you Sissy. I wish you were still here. I wonder what you'd be like at 36. I wonder what your children would look like. I wonder about so much. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time to confess. If you're ready to "bare you soul" then head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/2011/11/friday-confessional.html"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt;'s blog and grab the button.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I got my hair colored and trimmed yesterday by my SIL. I love it. I'll post pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...Since I refuse to drive in VA (where SIL works and lives) hubby had to bring me. We decided to go have dinner with his youngest daughter. It was so nice seeing her. And damn the food was so good.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I should be cleaning my house right now. I'll start on it as soon as I finish this though.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...my dr's office called me the other day to tell me that they'd finally scheduled my appointment with the neurologist. The one my dr had completely forgotten about and looked at me like I was nuts when I brought it up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I love it when I know I'm right haha!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I can't wait until Breaking Dawn comes out on DVD. I hate going to the movies so I'll have to wait until it does to see it. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...my trip home is getting closer. I'm getting really excited.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I called my Dad the other day to tell him that I'd be staying at his house. He didn't seem like he cared one way or another lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...That's my pops!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm starting to actually "get it" in my math class. It feels pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm ready to kick my neighbors ass cause she wont do something about her damn barking dogs.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm trying to come up with a name for my Christmas present hubby is getting me. I'd decided on Penelope but now I'm kind of thinking Jax or Opie. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I need to get my butt off of here. I've got a house to clean.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cried watching it. That poor child. The video is four years old, she was 16 at the time. She also has ataxic cerebral palsy. She said that she posted the video on Youtube because she wants her Dad to get help.&lt;br /&gt;
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What kills me is the girls Mother. She's in the room watching the beating, she even hits the girl once. The Mother claims that she was being abused also and that's why she didn't stop it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Most of y'all are mothers. I doubt one of you would say that you would let your child be beaten into submission in front of you. Abused or not. It makes me ill.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm going to get my hair done today. I can't wait. I need a haircut so bad lol. I'm also getting it colored. This is the color I'm going for.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I go home for Christmas I'll probably get it highlighted too. I'm so used to highlights that it's hard to get used to just one color lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Y'all my neighbors dogs are driving me nuts. They bark constantly. Yesterday they started when she left for work (about 6:30 am) and they didn't stop until after 9 pm. I don't want to call the cops or animal control. I hate to be "that" neighbor. We haven't said anything to her either, she's just not the approachable type. I have mentioned it on FB several times though and she always apologizes but it's getting old quick.&lt;br /&gt;
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We can hear them barking over the sound of our TV. That's how loud they are. Hubby can usually just ignore it but I cant. Because of my ADHD background noises are something that has always gotten to me. I can't ignore them. No matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hubby told me the other day what he's getting me for Christmas. Since I'll be leaving to go home two weeks before Christmas he's going to let me get it in the next couple of weeks. I'm not going to say what it is yet, I'll introduce y'all once I get it. But let me just say I'm so freakin' excited!! Woot woot! Lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736114647528994176-2819372253742341854?l=homesickcajun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Make sure you stop by &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://houseofcline.blogspot.com/2011/11/treats-not-tricks-please-wwtk-q.html"&gt;Queso's&lt;/a&gt; blogs to check out their answers and to grab the questions!&lt;br /&gt;
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1. How did you celebrate Halloween? Adult party? Trick or treating? Trunk or treat?
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Very quietly. We stayed home. We didn't even have one kid come to our door. Which was great cause we'd already eaten almost all of the candy lol.

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2. What candy is your favorite/the first thing you steal from the kids?
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Reese! Any kind of Reese. Those things are like crack. Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. What kind of candy do you give out, is it your favorite? Or something you know you won't be tempted to eat?
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We bought Tootsie Rolls this year. And ate almost all of them lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. How soon after Halloween do you take down decorations and put away decorations?
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I don't normally decorate for Halloween. I guess I'm too lazy lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. When do you decorate for the next holiday?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I would say Christmas but since I'm going home this year I don't know how much decorating I'll be doing. I'm sure we'll put up the tree since Hubby will still be here and spend Christmas eve with his girls. But other than that, I wont be doing much.&lt;br /&gt;
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Y'all have a great day now, ya hear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736114647528994176-8104803889297347934?l=homesickcajun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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* I'm starting a new blog. Once I get it all set up I'll give most of you the link to it. I just need a space that my family can't read. You know, for when I need to vent. There's just somethings that I sometimes need to say that I'd prefer certain people don't see. I'm excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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* I finally got my tabs (at the top of the page) working again. That was driving me nuts trying to figure out why the wouldn't show up lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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* I'm patting myself on the back for my new layout. I'm loving the colors. I really liked the fall layout but the colors were so drab.&lt;br /&gt;
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* I should know better than bragging about how well my new heartburn medicine is working (last night). I have terrible heartburn right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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* My friend Jessica found out that she was pregnant on Wednesday. On Monday she found out that she'd had a miscarriage. It just breaks my heart for her. She's going to be a great Mother. She's taking it better than I expected her to though. I'm at least happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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* My poor curling iron is dying a slow death. I usually just buy the Conair curling irons from Wal-Mart, like this one.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I'm thinking I might want to try a different brand next time. So, what is your favorite brand of curling iron?&lt;br /&gt;
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My straightening iron isn't far behind my curing iron. I love my Chi iron.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it seems like I've only had this one for a year or so and it's already spazing out on me. It's my second one. I've already killed one of them lol. So, once again...what's your favorite brand straightening iron?&lt;br /&gt;
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* To a certain someone...what I should have said was "Well excuse me for speaking the truth!" And while I'm at it, let me say this. Apologizing, even if you're right (you were so NOT right btw) is sometimes the "nice" thing to do. Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;
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* Am I the only one who has some FB pet peeves going on? Here's just a short *snort* yeah right) list of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Calling someone "out" on FB (online period). Do you really think telling &lt;strike&gt;the whole damn world&lt;/strike&gt; "someone" that you're gonna "beat their ass into the ground" is going to scare them? Nothing like showing your friends how &lt;strike&gt;ghetto&lt;/strike&gt; badass you are!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Posting pictures of your 7 year old child "shooting the bird". OK, it's cute when you catch a picture of a baby (or smaller child) doing it. But posting several pictures of your 7 year old daughter doing it (on purpose, usually because you told them to.) isn't going to win you any father of the year awards.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Posting pictures of your kid throwing gang signs. Really? He's 6.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Letting everyone on FB know that you and your husband are arguing. And then getting pissed off at people because their comments aren't taking your "side".&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;10 million people all trying to be the first person to tell you that Michael Jackson, Amy Winehouse, and whoever else died. I mean, if you see it on your wall (from your friends posting it) more than five times, then I'm sure the rest of us know.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Letting your 5-12 year old kids open a FB account period. Have you ever heard the word pedophile?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Letting your young daughters post inappropriate (in my opinion) pictures of themselves. You know, the "sexy" poses in all those pics that you commented on saying "look at you miss sexy" or "your beautiful". *shakes head*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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First of all, she hasn't even hit double digits yet. Secondly, why would you want her to think that pictures like that (of a young INPRESSIONABLE girl) are sexy or beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;
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All I can say to the above is "You know there's a trailer park attached to that somewhere!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Telling everyone and anyone who'll listen (on FB) how much of a deadbeat your baby daddy (or baby momma) is. If they're a deadbeat take them to court. Don't blast it on FB for everyone, including your child to see. And who (in their right mind) wants their child to know that their "Daddy don't care about them!"??&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Posting that "so and so" deleted and blocked you and how you could care less. You must care if you noticed.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Constantly complaining. Don't you ever have anything positive to say? No? Let me share a little secret with you that my Mom told me when I was young. "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."&lt;/li&gt;
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Yes, I realize that this blog entry totally goes against the above quote. Shut up. It's my blog. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Posting thousands of &amp;nbsp;"self portraits". Especially the one's that you've taken in the mirror. Don't get me wrong, I've taken a pic or two of myself, even in the mirror. But it was only so I could show off a hair cut or something. It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't so many of them. See this example below...&lt;/li&gt;
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This is a girl that I used to work with. She's gorgeous. No doubt about it. She's also one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. Not the brightest bulb in the bunch, but sweet as can be. &lt;br /&gt;
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These pics kill me though. And this is only a few of them. There are lots more. Even worse...the damn "smooch" lips. Uugh. That's so last year. (yes, I'm being sarcastic).&lt;br /&gt;
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You've just gotta love the first picture on the second row. If you look to the far left of the picture you can almost see her daughter sleeping in the back seat while she's taking pictures. As.she's.driving. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a side note, HOLY BOOBS Batman. I don't care what you do, you're not hiding those puppies. Everyone knows that they're there. Do you really have to show them off in almost every picture? (If you're a guy I know what your answer will be.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I hatin'? Damn skippy lol. I wish I looked that good!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Posting open ended status messages that make everyone ask you "What's wrong?" "Are you OK?" Basically, looking for pity. If you need some support, cool. But don't leave a message that makes everyone worry about you and then not answer them for a few hours. You know, for the "dramatic" effect. Can you say emo drama queen?&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;"Hacking" into your boyfriends (or girlfriends) FB and posting a status about how great their girlfriend (or boyfriend) is. It's annoying. Stop it. While you're at it, trying growing up a little. You're in your 40's. It's just weird.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;TYPING IN ALL CAPS. DO PEOPLE REALIZE HOW DAMN ANNOYING THIS IS?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Last but not least is all the game request that people send me. I do not want to help you plow any fields or any other such chore's that one would do on a farm. I don't want to help you with any kind of game. Did you ever learn to play alone as a child? And why is necessary to send me three or four a day? It seriously makes me want to delete you.&lt;/li&gt;
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Yay, today is my exhale day. When I "confess" it's like a huge exhale! Let's get down to business, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...Halloween is in a couple of days. At the beginning of the month when Hubby and I did our grocery shopping we bought two of these huge bags of Tootsie roll candy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...those two bags of candy are almost gone. Yay for tootsie rolls. Boo for tick or treaters. Boo for my waistline.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...there were very few things I craved when I was preggers. Tootsie Rolls were the one constant thing I did crave. I should have known better than buying those two bags of candy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...This was posted by one of my sister's good friends (she's also on my friends list) on FB on the day that Obama announced that our troops would be coming home.&lt;br /&gt;
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It honestly wanted to make me slap her selfish ass. I mean, I'm sure all the families of the troops were pissed about Y&amp;amp;R being interrupted too. The fact that my Sister "liked" this made me want to have a "come to God" meeting with her too lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...My Godchild Destiny posted this picture on FB yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was floored. I haven't seen her with long hair in years. I figured since I hadn't seen her since January that she'd let it grow out. This is how she normally wears it.&lt;br /&gt;
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{Destiny and her Sister Amanda}&lt;/div&gt;
So I left her a comment that said "Des, I love your hair! Please promise me that you wont cut it!!" To which she replied "Nanny (that's what she calls me), that's weave!" Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...My Niece Amanda (Destiny's sister) and her husband Luis went to the Vampire Ball last weekend and she posted these pics.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;{Amanda and Luis by the pond at my Sister's house before the ball}&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;{How gorgeous are they?}&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;{I'm in love with her hair color and totally want to copy it when I go home in December!}&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;{The happy couple}&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...when I saw these pictures I almost cried. Amanda is such a beautiful girl. And you wouldn't know it by looking at her, but this girl has been through a lot in her short life. She had three kids by the time she was 23 (I think), she was in two abusive relationships and she had no self esteem what so ever. &lt;/div&gt;
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Then she met Luis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That man is so good to her. He treats her like a queen. Since meeting Luis she's gone to school and she's steps away from becoming an RN. She works her butt off. But she's happy. &amp;nbsp;And if you would have asked me years ago if she'd be as happy as she is today, I would have said no. I thank God for Luis coming into her life.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't tell you how many people say "She's too pretty to be with him!" when they see pictures of the two of them together! That makes me so angry. I could never begin to tell you how good he is to her. And how much she loves him!&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...I love that both of my Nieces are so happy. My Sister sure does make some beautiful babies doesn't she??&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess....I didn't go to school at all this past week. I've been in a flare the entire week. I'm worried that they're going to end up kicking me out of the class if I keep missing like this. I haven't gone an entire week since I started. I'm either in a flare or I end up with a huge case of insomnia. And let me tell you, algebra doesn't come easy when you've had no sleep at all!&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...speaking no sleep. I've got to find out what the laws in our area are about barking dogs. It's seriously getting ridiculous! &lt;/div&gt;
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The neighbors on my left have three pit bulls and a yellow lab that bark all damn day long. &lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not even exaggerating. I wish I was. &lt;/div&gt;
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The neighbor on my right have three beagles, they bark but it's not excessive. &lt;/div&gt;
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The neighbors across the street (who just happen to be the parents and adult siblings of the neighbors on the left) have a German Sheppard that barks almost non stop all day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The only relief that we get from the dogs on the left is if I put something on FB about how the barking is driving me nuts. Then my neighbor sees it and she'll bring her dogs in. Geeze!&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...I'll never understand why people have dogs if they're just going to chain them up and leave them outside to bark all damn day. It's cruel!&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...I received my bracelet from the &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ruby-Jane-Foundation/163486743725357?ref=ts"&gt;Ruby Jane foundation&lt;/a&gt; yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;
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{I don't think I'll ever take it off}&lt;/div&gt;
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Along with the bracelet I got this picture, It is now hanging on my refrigerator for me to see every time I go in the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;
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{Such a beautiful angel}&lt;/div&gt;
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All I had to do was tell them that I was already registered (register if you haven't already) organ donor. You can find out more about Ruby Jane &lt;a href="http://rubyjanetaylor.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Ruby-Jane-Foundation/163486743725357?ref=ts"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...I can't wait to go home for Christmas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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{only 44 more days to go!}&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...it's the first time my whole family will be together for Xmas in 8 years. It's the first Xmas I'll spend with my Son in 8 years. I'm ecstatic about it!&lt;/div&gt;
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I confess...I've been up all night.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I've been up all night trying to uninstall and reinstall iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I don't understand why Apple would release an update if you can't install the damn thing. Without being a computer genius.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I've literally been at it since about 8:30 last night. It's now 5:46am and I still haven't been able to install the latest update.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm really bitter about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...My Son's girlfriend broke up with him. Because she can't handle the fact that he's gone (at work) three weeks out of the month.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I get where she's coming from BUT she could go to work with him. He even offered to pay her bills (the few that she has) so that she doesn't have to get a job and she'll be able to go to work (not actually to work but out of town) with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...He even offered to go back to his old position at work, where he'd be at home every night, on call three weeks out of the month.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...If he goes back to the old position he wont get the promotion that he's supposed to get in January.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...If he DOES get that promotion he'll get bonus' every year. Last year the bonus was $21,000.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...He's willing to give all that up just so she'll be happy and take him back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...She told him "Let's give it time and we'll see how things go when you get home. (WTF? I mean, if a guy is that willing to do what it takes to make you happy you jump on it right??)&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...he's miserable.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...Being the mother of a 22 year old grown man doesn't mean it's easy to know he's hurting and keep my trap shut. Apron strings are HARD to loosen people!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm a little bitter about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I found out yesterday that my bff is going to have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...she's going to be the best Mommy ever. And she's going to have a beautiful baby!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...Math (school)&amp;nbsp; has been going a little easier for me this week. I'm cautiously optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm still bitter about it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I packed up my "summer" clothes and unpacked all my "winter" clothes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...It's almost like have new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I got to wear my Uggs today. Nothing makes me happier.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'll never be bitter about that!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...These two brats right here have been working my ever lovin' last nerve.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'll always be bitter about that!&lt;br /&gt;
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1. When was the last time you lost your temper?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Probably today. Probably with my dogs (Bebe's kids). I don't know what's gotten into those two lately but man they're working my (and hubby's) last damn nerve lately.&lt;br /&gt;
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No one believes us when we tell them how bad they are. It's true...they're BAD!&lt;br /&gt;
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2. What 3 words best describe you?&lt;br /&gt;
Loving, caring, honest.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. What movie could you watch over and over again and never get tired of?&lt;br /&gt;
The Hangover. I laugh every time I watch it. I like to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. If you could do something dangerous, just once, with no risk, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;
Go sky diving. I really want to. I'd have to go tandem though. Cause I know when it would get down to it there's no way I'd jump on my own lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Which is more important, intelligence or common sense?&lt;br /&gt;
Common sense. Without it, most people are pretty damn dumb. Sorry, just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;
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People, I've got some confessin' (yeah I know it's spelled wrong. We'll get to that in a minute lol.) to do this week. Whew...what a week. Let's get started, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...it is 1am on Friday morning and I'm still awake. And I don't see any sleep coming tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I got my yearly mammogram yesterday. My poor boobs are hurting. I mean when someone says "ouch!" in the middle of getting a mammogram does that mean push the thing down 3 MORE EFFIN' TIMES so you can really torture me? Lol I know it's for my own good. My boobs on the other hand, I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...to the "lady" that was in front of me on my way to get my mammogram who turned on her left blinker to make a right turn. Since you're not so sure of where you're going, I'm sure I can tell you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...yesterday would have been &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-baby-sister-our-familys-loss.html"&gt;my little Sister's&lt;/a&gt; 36th birthday (she died when she was 13). It's so weird trying to imagine her at 36.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just finished reading The Glass Rainbow by James Lee Burke (my favorite author). It ended in a damn cliffhanger. I.HATE.THAT. Now I have to wait for the next book to come out and by the time it does I will have forgotten every thing from this book lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess... when I turned on my laptop this morning I saw this pink line running through the screen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found out that it's a bad pixel line and that I'll have to replace the screen ($50-$100) to get rid of it. It's irritating as hell but I'll deal with it for now. But damn it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...So my dr has me on Vicodin for pain (I only take it as needed). That stuff makes me have some crazy ass dreams y'all. I rarely remember my dreams but holy cow these are NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...&lt;a href="http://www.theleafchronicle.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2011110130321"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;As if one headed snakes aren't enough??&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I ordered some Bare Essentials last week since I'm almost out of my Merle Norman base (that I've been using for years) and I just haven't liked the coverage that I've been getting out of it lately. It's taking forever to come in dang it. I needs my make up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm no grammar/spelling expert but I just had to share this stuff with y'all. I mentioned last week that a friend of mine committed suicide. When I went to sign the guest book (online) I saw these and it drove me freaking nuts. I mean, drove me nuts so bad I wanted to find each of them and slap them in the back of the head lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can I just say how much this last one pissed me off? I mean first of all, yes...I did have to add those stars to that word. Who in the right mind uses that word when signing the guest book for someone's funeral?&lt;br /&gt;
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And knowing that he committed suicide, do you think that "the fast life aint always the best" was the appropriate thing to say?? Who in the hell raised this particular child?? Uugh. Not to mention the "shout out". Yeah, that was classy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tare?? I think it's tear boo boo. And to think the girl that wrote this one was my boss at one time.&lt;br /&gt;
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From my Son's ex. Thank God she's an ex lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, if I wasn't so tired I'd go back over this entire post with a magnifying glass to make sure I didn't make any grammar/spelling error but I'm too dang tired lol. Y'all have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's hump day. Hump day means we all get to join &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://houseofcline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queso&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://crazymamaof6.blogspot.com/"&gt;Crazymama&lt;/a&gt; for the weekly questions for WWTKW! I'm having a flare up (fibro) today so I'm going to keep it short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;{1} What is your feel better remedy when you are sick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mine is just usually rest but Hubby makes me drink this stuff I like to call "Ass in a Cup" (cause that's got to be what ass would taste like if you put it in a cup.). I'm not sure of the exact recipe but it has Lambrusco (wine), honey and I think lemon juice in it and he heats it up. Uugh...gives me the willies just thinking about it. But...I can't lie, it works. Damn it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well usually when I get sick (with a cold and/or flu) it makes me have a flare up (fibromyalgia) too, which means I have trouble walking. So I stay home. It's kind of hard to go anywhere if you're having trouble moving around. Hubby is stubborn and has to be almost dead before he'll actually stop and take a break. My Son is grown so I can "make" him stay home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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For me...the flu. Holy body aches.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got mine a couple of weeks ago. I don't usually get them because I always seem to get a cold &lt;strike&gt;even though the dr's say that a flu shot can not make you sick&lt;/strike&gt; immediately after I get the damn shot. This is the first flu shot I've had in over 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm so glad it's Friday, why does this week seem like it has gone by so damn slow? So if you're ready for your weekly confessional then head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi's&lt;/a&gt; blog and join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I love my new layout but I can't figure out why my pages/links aren't showing up at the top of the page. I can see the pages perfectly when I try to edit them but when I save them and try to view them...NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...all night Wednesday night and most of Thursday morning I had&amp;nbsp;indigestion so bad I (honestly) thought I was having to have a heart attack. Oh good Lord that mess hurts. Last week my doctor changed my heartburn medicine and I'm wondering if that's what is causing the indigestion.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I went to see my pain management doctor on Thursday and I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone or something. When I saw her a month ago she said that she wanted me to go see a&amp;nbsp;neurosurgeon (for a birth defect in my brain that they found on my last MRI), she said that they would call me once they'd made the appointment with them. So when I went in on Wednesday and she asked me why I didn't go to get the xrays of my hips that she'd ordered, I was lost. I tried to tell her about the neuro appointment and she looked at me like I was crazy. WTH??&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I sent my Son's gf a text message today and told her that I am going to buy my tickets to go home (for xmas/new year) next month. My Son called me a couple of hours later and told me that they wanted to buy my tickets for me as my xmas present.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I almost cried. How sweet are they?? A few minutes after we hung up his gf sent me this pic of him.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's hump day again, and that means that it's time to join &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://houseofcline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queso&lt;/a&gt; for this weeks edition of &amp;nbsp;WWTKW. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh this could be a long list lol. Get a massage, daydream of Jax (for those of you who don't know who Jax is wth are you NOT watching SOA yet??), visit with my Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
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But since none of &amp;nbsp;things are likely to happen on a typical day I'd have to say give myself a mani/pedi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Four our five hours tops. Sometimes none. Sometimes none for two days in a row. Gotta love insomnia!&lt;br /&gt;
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Usually first thing in the morning and then again in the afternoon/evening after I get home from school. Though my laptop is always on and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talking with my Son. I'll drop anything I'm doing if he calls. Since we live so far away from each other and I can't be there with him I try to never miss his calls. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This weeks questions were fun! Ok, time for me to brag on myself a bit. I got the results back from the Science GED test that I took a couple of weeks ago. I needed a 410 to pass and 500 is a perfect score. I made a 490 on it. Yes! I blew it out of the water y'all!&lt;br /&gt;
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I only have the Writing (essay, should be easy) and Math (God help me) left to take and then I'll be the proud owner of a shiny new GED. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Math is still kicking my ass, it's hilarious that at 42 I'll come home from school and cry over algebra. It seems impossible to remember all that I'll have to remember in order to pass that damn test, but I'm not giving up!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, on to other randomness of the day. I got up early (the butt crack of dawn tyvm) to get ready for school. I was in class for five minutes when a woman rushes into our class and says "everyone out NOW!" You don't have to tell me twice people. There were cops everywhere and school was closed for the rest of the day. I'm not sure whats going on but I overheard some of the cops saying that they're searching for someone and something about tracing an email. I'm guessing someone sent a threatening email to the school. Its sad when you (adults at the school) have to worry about this type of thing. What a waste of a cute outfit. Lol I'm only kidding. I'm hoping that everyone's OK and that they resolve whatever it is that's going on!&lt;br /&gt;
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I just found out that a friend from home committed suicide this past weekend. Y'all know that since my ex (Rusty's Dad) committed suicide that it's a sensitive subject for me (the selfishness of it all) but my heart breaks for this guy. His Dad had committed suicide years ago (he was maybe 1 or 2) so I can't imagine what could have been going on in his life to drive him to this. Such a sad situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm no longer a blond. I decided that after trying to dye my own hair (NEVER a good idea people) blond and having my roots turn red while the rest of my hair turned blond that I just needed to go back (or close) to my "natural" color.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I really need the "confessional" today lol. I've been too stressed out lately!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...the last two nights I've had mild anxiety attacks when I've gone to bed. Who does that? I mean, it's not like I had a reason to be anxious or anything. I was going to bed lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I went to the doctor for my yearly check up day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I got my first flu shot in over 10 years. I'd always get the flu after getting the damn things so I stopped getting them. But "they" (the experts) say you can't get the flu from it so I decided to go ahead and get one.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I woke up yesterday morning with a sore throat, coughing, sneezing. The works. Damn it. Thankfully, I'm feeling a bit better this morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I also woke up with my shoulder (on the arm that I got the injection in) swollen twice its normal size. Before the nurse gave me the shot she asked me if I had any allergies. I told her that my only allergies are the Typhoid vaccination and Mr Bubble bubble bath (long story).&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I should have been concerned when the nurse asked me how to spell Typhoid. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, after noticing how swollen my shoulder was I got out the paperwork that they gave me after I got the shot and it says that if you have an allergy to any kind of vaccination then you shouldn't get the flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm kind of pissed that the damn nurse didn't tell me that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I confess...the Neptune Festival is this weekend in Virginia Beach and I'm really hoping to talk Mr Luvah Luvah into going at least one of the days! I've never been but Mr Luvah Luvah has always described it as a "thank God the tourist season is over" festival lol. They're having sand sculpting championships, a fireworks extravaganza, art shows, surfing competitions...all kinds of good stuff. Sounds like a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;
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That's it for me y'll. I hope you all have a great weekend. If you haven't entered my &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/09/smells-like-queen-spirita-giveaway.html"&gt;Scentsy giveaway&lt;/a&gt; yet please do, today's the last day to enter and I'll be picking the winner tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736114647528994176-17735213369281232?l=homesickcajun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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You know you want to play along! So head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi's&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://houseofcline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queso's&lt;/a&gt; to grab the questions! I'm happy to say that they even used one of my questions this week! Yay! Lol the reason I choose that question is because hubby and I were talking about it a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure you'll be truly disgusted with my answer lmao! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;{1} What is one thing (food or drink) that you MUST have everyday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Well that used to be a Starbucks java chip frappuccino, but since those were adding pounds to my ass at an alarming rate I had to stop my (at least) one a day habit. I honestly thought I was going to need rehab to quit. Seriously. Anyway....now my answer would be tea, tea and more tea. Sweet of course.&lt;br /&gt;
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{2} What is your "go to" food when you don't feel well/need comfort?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hmmm, I'd have to say chicken and sausage gumbo. There's just something about gumbo that makes me feel a little closer to home. Of course I've got to have a side of potato salad with my gumbo, it's just not the same without it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;3} Is there a dish that you make that people request when they visit your home/a family favorite?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I guess I'd have to say my (cocktail) meatballs. Everyone seems to like those when I make them over the holidays or for the super bowl! Or my hot crab dip, that's really good too!&lt;br /&gt;
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{4} What are 3 foods you have TRIED, do not like and will NEVER eat again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1. Any kind of wild game. Yes, some of it taste good but I just can't get past the idea of it.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Almost all seafood, I can't take the smell of it. Especially crawfish. Yuck. (I know, I know! A Cajun who doesn't like seafood is almost an oxymoron!)&lt;br /&gt;
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and our final question comes from &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dee@ HomesickCajun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;{5} What's one thing that you love to eat that most people would think is weird and/or gross??&lt;br /&gt;
As I mentioned earlier, hubby and I were just talking about this a little while ago! When we were little my two Sisters and I used to eat peanut butter, bologna and lettuce sandwiches. Don't knock it until you try it lol, they were pretty damn good. I haven't had one in a couple of years but now that I'm thinking of it I'm hungry for one lol. &lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been knee deep into getting ready for my GED. I swear y'all, I think algebra will be the death of me. But, at least I'm working on it right??&lt;br /&gt;
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It's that day of the week when our inner "busy bodies" get a little peek into other bloggers lives. If you'd like to play along, go by &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt; and/or &lt;a href="http://houseofcline.blogspot.com/2011/09/boob-tube-edition-wwtk-week-23.html"&gt;Queso's&lt;/a&gt; pages!&lt;br /&gt;
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1. What is your MUST SEE show?&lt;br /&gt;
Right now it's Son's of Anarchy! I can't miss this show y'all. I have no idea why I'm so drawn to it...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isDBZCyPlS4/Tnouj4PIXMI/AAAAAAAAD8s/j88hRCkztX8/s1600/6a00d8341c9e5b53ef0120a6a65fe4970c-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isDBZCyPlS4/Tnouj4PIXMI/AAAAAAAAD8s/j88hRCkztX8/s320/6a00d8341c9e5b53ef0120a6a65fe4970c-800wi.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{*sigh* Jax)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJFLjpvcz7A/TnoukomlZkI/AAAAAAAAD8w/-_asY3vVLDY/s1600/6a00d8341cf11753ef0120a5f00a8e970c-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJFLjpvcz7A/TnoukomlZkI/AAAAAAAAD8w/-_asY3vVLDY/s320/6a00d8341cf11753ef0120a5f00a8e970c-800wi.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{no idea why I love this show}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmYXnGpWhCw/TnoumaBTbHI/AAAAAAAAD80/hARPo8kSoXw/s1600/charlie-hunnam-soa-s4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmYXnGpWhCw/TnoumaBTbHI/AAAAAAAAD80/hARPo8kSoXw/s320/charlie-hunnam-soa-s4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{even better with the short hair}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BF6DNq4D0sQ/TnourhX54GI/AAAAAAAAD88/Z3BLW0fFggg/s1600/Sons-of-Anarchy-Opie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BF6DNq4D0sQ/TnourhX54GI/AAAAAAAAD88/Z3BLW0fFggg/s320/Sons-of-Anarchy-Opie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{Opie's so tough and so tender at the same time, you can't help but love him. It's funny, I'm not usually a "beard" kinda girl, but I love me some Opie!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;2. What shows are you most excited to watch this season?&lt;br /&gt;
Hello...those pictures above get me all kinds of excited lol. Kidding! Hubby and I are enjoying The Sing-Off and of course those Real Housewives. I guess I should mention that I'm a reality tv show slave. I can't help it, I'm addicted. Don't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. How many hours a week do you actually watch tv?&lt;br /&gt;
The TV is usually on if I'm up, but it's just for the background noise. It has to be a really good show {SOA} to get me to actually pay attention for the entire show!&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Do you think tv has gotten too "racy" (vulgar, pushing the limit, etc) ?&lt;br /&gt;
Nope, not at all. It's more realistic but &amp;nbsp;(in my opinion) thats how it should be. If it's not something you think your kids should be watching, don't let them watch it!&lt;br /&gt;
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5. How many tvs do you have in your house?&lt;br /&gt;
2 one in the living room and one in the "man cave." Funny thing though, the flat screen is in the living room and we have a huge older tv in the "man cave", hubby wont move the PS3 into the man cave until he has a flat screen like the one in the living room. I end up spending more time in his man cave than he does.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't forget to go and enter my &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/09/smells-like-queen-spirita-giveaway.html"&gt;Scentsy giveaway&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736114647528994176-7751327986976648085?l=homesickcajun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/McSpicy/~4/9MdpYwAQ2iM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/feeds/7751327986976648085/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/09/wwtk-and-so-do-you.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736114647528994176/posts/default/7751327986976648085?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7736114647528994176/posts/default/7751327986976648085?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/McSpicy/~3/9MdpYwAQ2iM/wwtk-and-so-do-you.html" title="WWTK and So Do You!" /><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04582704750863480776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALrzQtGB9qA/TWAR4GfJepI/AAAAAAAADQM/m3SH9QwEtf8/s220/dancing.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-isDBZCyPlS4/Tnouj4PIXMI/AAAAAAAAD8s/j88hRCkztX8/s72-c/6a00d8341c9e5b53ef0120a6a65fe4970c-800wi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/09/wwtk-and-so-do-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMARno_fCp7ImA9WhdVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7736114647528994176.post-3388629119232505338</id><published>2011-09-15T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T10:37:27.444-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-15T10:37:27.444-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rusty and Amanda's visit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MRI" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bush Gardens" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="GED" /><title>In Case You're Wondering....</title><content type="html">I've haven't been blogging as much as I normally do so I thought it was time for a short update, I'm sure you're all dying to know all about what's going on with me right?? Why do I hear crickets?? (lol)&lt;br /&gt;
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Right before I left to go to Tennessee at the end of June my pain management (Fibromyalgia) doctor sent me for another MRI. I went last week and got the results of that.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back when I was first diagnosed with Fibromyalgia I'd had a MRI done and my doctor in Louisiana said that I had (a birth defect in my brain) &lt;a href="http://www.wichiaricenter.org/?gclid=CN7RspS8n6sCFZAs7AodrRVhnA"&gt;Chiari Malformation&lt;/a&gt;. But my doctor here said (after my first MRI with her) that she didn't see it, which is why she sent me for the MRI in June.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Basically, Chiari Malformation is when part of your brain is "protruding" &amp;nbsp;through the hole in the back of your skull. At least that's the way it was explained to me.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Turns out I do have Chiari Malformation and she is sending me to a Neurologist. She doesn't think that I need surgery but she's not sure how to proceed with my treatment (for the Fibro), she doesn't want to "make things worse." It's so confusing lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday I signed back up for GED classes, and I got really good news. They now offer math classes, which is awesome because there's no way I'm going to pass the math portion of the GED test without a "refresher" course. I had to retake the entrance test because it's been so long (2 years) since I've been there. I improved my scores by over 100 points from the last time that I'd taken them.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Monday I start the math classes and &amp;nbsp;Tuesday I'll be taking the Science portion of the GED test. I'm excited to get it finished FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had a great visit with my Son and his girlfriend, though it was much too short. They got here on (last) Thursday, since they'd been flying all morning we just stopped for lunch and then came home for them to relax for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Friday I took them down to the OBX to see the beach and to do some shopping. It was such a gorgeous day, the weather was perfect for a walk on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK3pFWE1cHQ/TnIEIp7pF9I/AAAAAAAAD6c/NHwRrpTRAbw/s1600/312389_10150293242294070_631554069_7402721_1113964186_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK3pFWE1cHQ/TnIEIp7pF9I/AAAAAAAAD6c/NHwRrpTRAbw/s320/312389_10150293242294070_631554069_7402721_1113964186_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Rusty and I}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecKI1ExNMD0/TnIEDdXeCoI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/2QB-eA9hlOw/s1600/298679_10150293242504070_631554069_7402726_1994490406_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ecKI1ExNMD0/TnIEDdXeCoI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/2QB-eA9hlOw/s320/298679_10150293242504070_631554069_7402726_1994490406_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{Rusty and Amanda}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgh0abHm2Oc/TnIEFMLSXwI/AAAAAAAAD6U/BmlfrsRlZc8/s1600/300559_10150293242384070_631554069_7402723_1457119720_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jgh0abHm2Oc/TnIEFMLSXwI/AAAAAAAAD6U/BmlfrsRlZc8/s320/300559_10150293242384070_631554069_7402723_1457119720_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;{she's so tiny next to him lol}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the beach we did some shopping. I guess I should say they did some shopping lol. Though Rusty did buy me a gorgeous purse. I argued with him over it but he got pissed at me so I ended up getting it lol. Actually I'd picked out a plain brown purse (safe choice) but Rusty pointed out this one and turns out I love it! The kid has good taste y'all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIr34DUpZJ8/TnIEGyF36kI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/1tUmsbt8H6M/s1600/311483_10150294635119070_631554069_7412235_1355946871_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MIr34DUpZJ8/TnIEGyF36kI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/1tUmsbt8H6M/s320/311483_10150294635119070_631554069_7412235_1355946871_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{sometimes it pays to listen to your kid}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Saturday we went to Bush Gardens. We got there at 10 am and by 1 in the afternoon we were all exhausted from riding roller coasters all morning so we headed home. I don't have any pics from Bush Gardens, I didn't &amp;nbsp;bring my camera and Amanda hasn't uploaded the one pic that we did take with hers yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rusty has been looking for some funny hats to buy while he was here to wear to &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/03/thats-just-dirty.html"&gt;Mud Nationals&lt;/a&gt; (remember his costume from last year??) He got this hat at Bush Gardens...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQxe7prtyY8/TnIL8OhgsUI/AAAAAAAAD7A/ttfOTAgJryA/s1600/IMG00769-20110910-2211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQxe7prtyY8/TnIL8OhgsUI/AAAAAAAAD7A/ttfOTAgJryA/s320/IMG00769-20110910-2211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{King Rus}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I want to try to make him a kings robe and get him a scepter to go with it. Lol that should go over great at Mud Nationals don't ya think? My kid is nuts sometimes y'all!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Hubby gave him this one (he bought it to wear to his daughters rehearsal dinner when she got married. It was hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUmhu_Y9K8w/TnIKSKWFrZI/AAAAAAAAD60/cmd3eSuuu8U/s1600/IMG00766-20110909-2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DUmhu_Y9K8w/TnIKSKWFrZI/AAAAAAAAD60/cmd3eSuuu8U/s320/IMG00766-20110909-2012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{I think he's been in North Carolina too long!}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I couldn't look at him for long in this one lol. It just gave me the jeebies. It's kind of weird seeing him with hair, he wears his really short.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rusty and Amanda fell asleep in the back seat of the truck, I don't know how they slept like that. My neck would have been killing me lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkEJblftyRs/TnIJH1n1pCI/AAAAAAAAD6w/9YWdjeXFaBI/s1600/IMG00767-20110910-1625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PkEJblftyRs/TnIJH1n1pCI/AAAAAAAAD6w/9YWdjeXFaBI/s320/IMG00767-20110910-1625.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{that can't be comfortable}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I fell asleep in the front seat but my head kept bobbing and it kept waking me up lol. Poor hubby didn't get to sleep, he had to drive home lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday we went to a friends hanger at the airport so Rusty and Amanda could see all of his antique airplanes then came home and I cooked dinner. We watched a couple of movies and just chilled for the night. On Monday morning they had to go home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cried all the way home lol. Even though he's 22 he's always going to be "my baby" and I miss him already. But...all in all it was a great visit with him and it was nice meeting his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Be sure to go enter my &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/09/smells-like-queen-spirita-giveaway.html"&gt;Scentsy giveaway&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't already! It's good stuff y'all! Well, that's whats been up with me. What's been going on with y'all??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736114647528994176-3388629119232505338?l=homesickcajun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I've missed a couple of weeks of WWTKW! But not this week! If you want to play along you can go to &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi's&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://houseofcline.blogspot.com/"&gt;Queso's&lt;/a&gt; blog and grab the questions!&lt;br /&gt;
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{1} What are 3 must haves for a long road trip?&lt;br /&gt;
Ipod, a good book and a pillow! Xanax helps too lol!&lt;br /&gt;
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{2} What was the destination of your most recent road trip?&lt;br /&gt;
Last Saturday we drove up to Williamsburg for a day at Bush Gardens. It's only a 2-3 hour trip but it's long enough to be a "road trip" right??&lt;br /&gt;
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{3} What do you miss most about home when on a trip?&lt;br /&gt;
My bed and my fan that I have blowing directly in my face when I go to sleep lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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{4} What is the furthest you have traveled on a road trip?&lt;br /&gt;
Hmmm....I think from Louisiana to North Carolina years ago to visit extended family for Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;
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{5} Will you "stop for the largest ball of twine, etc" or are you a "hurry and get there" road tripper?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;I hate to be rushed so I'm not one of those "hurry and get there" kind of people!&lt;br /&gt;
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Y'all be sure to go and sign up for my &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/09/smells-like-queen-spirita-giveaway.html"&gt;Scentsy Giveaway here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736114647528994176-5132243288948380512?l=homesickcajun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pM3kWTKPavs/Tmng44wCZBI/AAAAAAAAD58/JMdI_r5Gv04/s1600/302535_10150288704629070_631554069_7375535_6648689_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pM3kWTKPavs/Tmng44wCZBI/AAAAAAAAD58/JMdI_r5Gv04/s320/302535_10150288704629070_631554069_7375535_6648689_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{much like babies, they're much cuter when they're sleeping}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm constantly worried about my house smelling like dogs when you walk in the door. I spend a fortune on candles, air fresheners and room sprays. The &amp;nbsp;candles burn out way to fast (considering the cost) and don't even get me started on my constant worry about something catching on fire.&amp;nbsp; And the sprays just don't work as well as I'd like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I saw on FB a couple of weeks ago that my friend &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/scentsationalshell"&gt;Shelly&lt;/a&gt; is a Scentsy Consultant I decide to ask her about &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Home"&gt;Scentsy Wickless Candles&lt;/a&gt; since I'd never used them before. She was so informative and answered all of my questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Home"&gt;Scentsy Wickless Candles&lt;/a&gt; are ceramic warmers that are a safe alternative to a candle. With the warmers there is no flame, there is no smoke and no lead , which means I can worry less! They are safe around kids, pets, and safe to use in your home, business, classroom, pretty much anywhere!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkBVnEYT-w4/Tmns1if5jXI/AAAAAAAAD6A/7KX8dRKW764/s1600/scentsy-warmers-charlemagne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkBVnEYT-w4/Tmns1if5jXI/AAAAAAAAD6A/7KX8dRKW764/s1600/scentsy-warmers-charlemagne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why are they so safe? The ceramic warmers use a low watt light bulb that melts specially formulated Scentsy wax that crates a long lasting aroma that fills any room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I asked her if she would be interested in letting me host a review or a give away in my blog. Imagine my surprise when she said "Let's do both!" She's such a sweetheart! (You can read her story &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Bio"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She told me to go to her &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Browse"&gt;online catalog&lt;/a&gt; and choose a warmer that I would like to review. There are so many cute warmers to choose from and they come in a variety of sizes, ranging form plug-ins that are perfect for bathrooms and laundry rooms all the way to full size warmers that are perfect for any size room. The one below was my choice. I love the color and has that "distressed" look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAzCW7yRjeQ/TmntuwPPIRI/AAAAAAAAD6E/gymayxbmHUE/s1600/Sol.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SAzCW7yRjeQ/TmntuwPPIRI/AAAAAAAAD6E/gymayxbmHUE/s320/Sol.bmp" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Buy/ProductDetails/DSW-SOLX"&gt;Sol Full-Size Scentsy Warmer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She also asked me what scents that I typically buy, and I'm so glad she did! With over 80 scents to choose from I don't think I would have been able to pick just one lol. &amp;nbsp;They all sound so amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I told her that I usually like cranberry, pomegranate, creme' brulee (anything that smells like a cake baking) and sandalwood. But I told her that if there was something that she thought I might like better to feel free to send that one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once I gave her my choices she had my package in the mail and even with a hurricane hitting the East Coast, I received it within four days. The girl is on her toes y'all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shelly's such a sweet heart that she included not one but two Scentsy Scent bars (and a sample scent) with my warmer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uM0Ly3vX4Y/TmnxSKTSYhI/AAAAAAAAD6I/-wXnxE8nDwg/s1600/6c5f2f13255ffd5eb143211ef00db150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uM0Ly3vX4Y/TmnxSKTSYhI/AAAAAAAAD6I/-wXnxE8nDwg/s1600/6c5f2f13255ffd5eb143211ef00db150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scentsy Perfectly Pomegranate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dark and juicy pomegranate with a sweet berry finish. I love this one because it smells like fresh berries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Considering that we have two &lt;strike&gt;stinky smelly&lt;/strike&gt; Pugs, hubby's cigars and that I smoke (I know y'all, I need to quit!) in the house, these scent bars work amazingly well. &amp;nbsp; I have to say that my house has never smelled better. I'm totally addicted to my warmer. &amp;nbsp;Within minutes of turning on my warmer and my house is smelling yummy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that I've told you all about my experience with &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Home"&gt;Shelly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="https://scentsified.scentsy.us/Browse"&gt;Scentsy Wickless Candles&lt;/a&gt; lets get to the details of the giveaway. One (randomly chosen) reader will win a Scentsy Warmer and Scentsy Scent Bar of their choice. You can't get better than that right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So what do you have to do to enter? &amp;nbsp;Here are the "rules".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mandatory Entries: (Please leave separate comments for each of these.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go to &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Browse"&gt;Shelly's online catalog&lt;/a&gt; and tell me which warmer and scent you'd choose if you're the lucky winner.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 entries - Sign up for her &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Newsletter"&gt;newsletter&lt;/a&gt;. (please leave two comments telling me that you've signed up for it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Post a blog entry about this give away that includes a link to this post and a link to &lt;a href="https://scentsationalshell.scentsy.us/Browse"&gt;Shelly's Online Catalog&lt;/a&gt;. (Post a link to the blog entry in a comment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Post a link to this giveaway on your Facebook page. (Post the link in a comment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This giveaway will end on October &amp;nbsp;1, 2011 and the winner will be notified via email and needs to reply within 48 hours, or a new winner will be chosen. Please check your spam folder – I would hate for you to miss out on your prize because it went to your spam folder.  Also, if your email address isn't on your Blogger profile be sure to leave it in your first comment/entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I have a really fun and exciting (at least for me) give away coming up. I'm hoping to get the details posted by Monday. But since I have some VIP's visiting until Tuesday, it might be a little "late!"&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess... I'm breathing a huge sigh of relief today. I'm also grinning like nobodies business.Want to know why? Because these two cuties...&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm secretly hoping for some snuggle time with that cute guy up there for myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I seriously doubt that I'll get that above mentioned snuggle time since he's now 22 and visiting his Mom (Me) with his girlfriend who I'm just meeting for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...knowing that the above cute guy has "outgrown" snuggle time with his Momma really &lt;strike&gt;REALLY&lt;/strike&gt; sucks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I like his girlfriend. She's adorable. And much more of a tiny tot that I thought lol. She's 4'11". My Son is 6'5". They're so dang cute together!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I can tell my Son is in love. That makes this Momma very, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...hubby ended up going to bed around 11 and Rusty, Amanda and I ended up staying up until almost 4 am just talking about old times.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I loved every single minute of it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...My Son and I even talked about his Dad's suicide two years ago. He's never really talked to me (in depth) about it before, which always made me worry about how he's dealing with it. I'm happy to say that he's much more understanding of the reasons for his Dad's choosing to shoot himself that I expected. Much more so than I am. Knowing that makes me feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I loved telling Amanda all the cute (and scary) stories about when he was little. Like the time he super glued his eyes closed, and the time he wouldn't let me touch a butterfly because he thought I was going to "rub the butter off of it". Many laughs were had.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I've been doting over my Son like he's still 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I've loved every.single.minute.of.it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I made a huge bowl of banana pudding. Just for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...You should have seen the smile on his face when I handed him his first bowl of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...That smile is what I live for.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I couldn't be happier right now. Not even if you gave me a million $$$. Well, unless he said he was moving up here.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm sure you're all probably sick of hearing about my Son by now so I'll stop now. You're welcome lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hope you all have a great day. I think we're headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.outerbanks.org/"&gt;OBX&lt;/a&gt; for some beach time and I think the kids want to go to &lt;a href="http://www.jockeysridgestatepark.com/"&gt;Jockey's Ridge&lt;/a&gt;, throw a little shopping in there and it should make for a great day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyholyhairdyefumes, Jessica and I were talking about bra sizes (cause I was bitching about the straps on mine falling down my arms) and it reminded me of this a card that my Mom always carried in her wallet. I couldn't even begin to tell you how old it is, all I know is that it was always there. It's worn and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;
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For as long as I can remember my Mom carried this card in her wallet and she always told me when I was little that it would be passed down to me lol. Even though I have two sisters. I guess that's because my oldest sister wore a 44 DD at 13. My middle sister wasn't far behind her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wore a 32 A until I got pregnant. Once I got pregnant....HELLO BEWBIES! I was a 36C and I rocked those puppies like no bodies business. I can promise you I had the best posture (I was poking those babies out as far as I could damn it!) you've ever seen on a woman who's preggo haha!&lt;br /&gt;
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I always told my Niece (poor thing, her Mom was the one's with the 44DD's at 13) that I would pass it down to her. This past January she got a boob job. So she doesn't get the card now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unless I have a Grandchild that's "lacking" in the boobage, looks like I'll be taking this card to the grave with me lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today's my 42 birthday! Hubby's taking me to lunch and then we're going to visit my SIL. After that we're going to pick up a sleeper sofa for our guest room/hubby's man cave. My son's coming up for a visit next week and we gave our bed &amp;nbsp;(in the guest room) to hubby's daughter when she got her new place. And then grocery shopping. Sounds like a fun day huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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The winner was....Teri.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...Xanax had become &lt;strike&gt;my best friend&lt;/strike&gt; a necessary part of my life the last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...the dismal swap isn't very far from where we live (see map) and has been on fire for the last couple of weeks (maybe longer). So it's been smoky skies here lately.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm still freaked out of my very first earthquake!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...now I've got to worry about this bitch!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...I'm scared to death! I want to run as far away as we possibly can. Hubby doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...we may/may not have argued over leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...Xanax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...After staying in Louisiana through Hurricane's Katrina and Rita, I want to RUN at the mention of a hurricane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess....Xanax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...I may be offline for a few days/weeks if the storm hits us bad. I have a &lt;a href="http://homesickcajun.blogspot.com/2011/08/todays-your-lucky-day.html"&gt;giveaway&lt;/a&gt; (if you haven't entered it yet, what are ya waiting for???) ending Monday. I may not be able to announce the winner until I get electricity and cable back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...days/weeks without internet?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...Xanax.&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...I'm currently obsessed with my little hummingbird visitors. This little guy (girl??) keeps "guarding" our feeder and wont let any other birds near it half the time lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...A couple of days ago my friend Jess and I decided to try one of those "water marble" manicures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...it didn't work out at all like the above pic and was a crazy ass mess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...never again!&lt;br /&gt;
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I confess...this dog cracks me up! This is Bonsai laying outside of our bedroom door waiting for her "Daddy" to wake up. She laid there (most of the time with her nose planted at the bottom of the door so she could "smell" him!) for over two hours waiting!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I confess...I'm reading "The Host" by Stephenie Meyer (author of the Twilight series) and it's really good. I didn't think I was going to like it as much as I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take care and y'all...say a prayer for us! I'm going to bed, it's 1am and I'm exhausted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Much love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7736114647528994176-1257320685276849752?l=homesickcajun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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